I really took advantage of my new neighborhood this weekend. I visited three out of the four used CD stores in search of a gift, went to the farmer’s market today (bunch o’ beets for a buck!), walked to the top of the lookout tower in Volunteer park, and had some great coffee. I’ve dealt with almost all the boxes, too, so my apartment’s starting to feel more like home.

My stuff arrived in the Door-to-Door container today on schedule, and it took a lot less time to unload than it did to load everything. All the breakables seem to have survived, a testament either to my packing job or their careful driving (or both), and almost everything else is here.

I say almost ’cause I’m missing my stereo (which is on the small side). It could easily have been left behind or snatched up while I wasn’t looking today (though I don’t remember seeing it). I’ll be back in Boston this weekend and can check for it, and while I’m hopeful, I’m not too optimistic.

Stereo aside, I think my apartment will feel more like home now that I’ve got stuff in it. I can cook again, sit on something other than my bed or a stool, and play Scrabble on a full-sized board.